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ten_fwd2015-07-05 09:58 pm
treadswater) wrote in ten_fwd2015-07-05 09:58 pm
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Gym - OTA
There was a time when Annie was in a gym at least six days out of seven. Ages eleven to sixteen, during her time at the Career Academy (a slightly grandiose name for quite a glorified school club, but it wasn't until Annie was a victor herself that she recognized the self-depreciating humour in the name). Before school and after school, training and training and training. After that, when she was washed out, no gyms, but she kept up the physical activity - and exceeded it, fishing being what it is. As a victor, she ran most mornings, or swum. Worked out. Sparred with Finnick. She'd noticed if she didn't, her mind got worse, her fits of hysteria (anxiety attacks, Beverly had called them) more frequent.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
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"Wanna show me what ya got?"
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Which might be one of way explaining why she briefly smiles with an edge of swagger, and the staff moves. She swings it from her shoulder to rap sharply on the ground, the movements fast and her hand shifting so the position when the staff hits the ground is clearly for a stab.
Spear-fishing, as she said.
"Dinner," Annie says, then settles back into shyness. "I, uh. Against opponents, it's...been a while. You'd wipe the floor with me."
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Sometimes, people want to spar just for a power-kick, and she's small (barely five foot), and shy, and a good target for that.
"Mostly, I was just lookin' to see what was around, you know? Kinda different from the gyms in my country. But, thank you," she adds.
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"No problem. I'm sure I can find someone else." A slight smile. "Besides, I ain't practiced stick for a while. Not much use for it where I come from." Honestly, if you can't smash someone's face in with a rifle butt, what's the point of anything fancier?
He looks around the gym area, nodding.
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
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She's joking, and it shows.
Mostly joking.
(Marketplaces can get pretty fierce. Not to mention docking locations.)
"The thing I can't get is, is just the level of tech that makes it all...big and shiny. Or all the, uh. People from planets that ain't Earth."
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His smile is easy, but you can tell that he's sorta not joking.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, it's nice to kinda live in the lap of luxury."
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It's one of the few weapons the districts are allowed to have: the tools of their trades.
"I'll give it that," Annie admits, but a little grudgingly. The lap of luxury isn't that attractive when you've already known it. Not that she wants to say as much: she also remembers how hard it is to have to work for a living, however meagre.
"I heard the holodeck can do this kind of stuff, too. Practice settings, and...program partners. But. It kinda creeps me out."
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She's uncomfortable, and she's not quite telling the truth. Fake people make her uneasy in ways she has no words to explain or justify, just a prickly unease.
People who are created as diversions remind her too much of the Capitol, but that is something she doesn't feel like explaining.
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"Like, uh. Some graphics? Just...you can interact with them? It's what I've heard. It just seems weird.
I know computers, a little. Not really like that."
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She pauses.
"I've just been playing around with the locations. Not actually the animals, or people."
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He shifts, propping the hanbō on his shoulder, before reaching a hand out.
"Mack Gerhardt. Nice to meet ya."
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"What kind of programs do you use? Or...create?"
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Unsettling as fuck, honestly, although she can see the benefit. No one real gets hurt, and you can keep the variables down. But, still.
Unsettling.
"The quiet places are interesting. At least, to me. I've actually only been outside my district, I think it's like a state to you? Twice. And everywhere else is so different. Then you add in planets, but. Haven't looked at those."
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